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It used to be (you know, back in the day) that the only way to reasonably take a crap was into some sort of chamber pot, or a hole in the ground. Perhaps, if times were good, you'd actually have an outhouse somewhere, actual walls to protect you from the elements as you squatted/sat.

Cut to the present: we now rabidly glue our milky, unfocused eyes on the television during the Super Bowl halftime to watch the commercials.

Yes, we have come so far, us humans. We don't even need to take a crap any more; we just sit there and let the spectre of consumerism avalanche us in its rich, steamy pile.